blood moon

Blood moon, John Lyons (oil on wood)

Tweel twill tweed—
           think of the jacket

I once wore
           the rough comfort
of its wool weave
           think of herringbone
and a school of fish darting
           through clear
coastal waters
           the pulse of life
expressed in a single
           powerful flex
of the muscle :
           that the fish swim
in a grid should come
           as no surprise
the distance between them
           the same
as the jump length
           of their prey

John Lyons


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